was that? he thought. – It’s covered!
I thawed tears from my chair and I just wanted to start collecting food on the table, when he was guarded by a quiet and blissful moan coming from the bedrooms of the residential part of the hut.
– Sarah? – flickered in his head. – But she …?!
Sarah was the first daughter of Ottila and Isolde, but she had a congenital defect, that is, she was deaf in both ears from birth, blind in both eyes and dumb, in other words, blindly dumb and therefore did not need to be represented before. But now the time has come, especially since the moans coming from the depths of the hut belonged to her. By the way, God awarded her a beautiful figure and a pretty face.
But he was embarrassed by another piece of news transmitted by a doctor from St. Petersburg, the day after the examination, when Sarah became ill and her father was seriously thinking about her.
– She, sire, is pregnant, and this makes her sick. – the doctor quickly concluded.
– And who is the father? After all, no one comes to her?! – surprised Klop. – Besides households.
– Unknown. DNA testing can be done, but this intervention may interfere with the development of the child. When you are born, then you will see: the father is a Negro or Chinese. – answered the doctor and quickly walked away. Izzy followed him.
– Doctor, thank you for not giving me up.
– Firstly, thank you will not get hold of…
– Oh, sorry, doc. – and Izya took a checkbook from his pocket and tore off the check with the number indicated earlier and handed it to the doctor.
– But know, the doctor held out his hand to the check. – blood mixing, this is a dangerous thing. In eighty-nine cases, the fetus may appear very wrong.
– What is it like?
– A freak can be born.
– Who??? – Barked on the other side of the bug and ran out to the interlocutors.
What happened? It turns out Izya and Sarah became adults at the same time. But life is life.
Ottila put up with it the next day, because he himself is the son of a cannibal. So what?
…Suddenly there was a sharp bang of the door of the base office and Ottila flinched.
– Again did not lock the door in the support. – Outraged Bedbug.
In that half of the barracks, the sounds of Arutun forcibly dragging someone were resolvable.
– Harutun drags someone again. muttered Klop to himself and glanced at his watch. – Oh, yo-mayo! Already three nights?!
Harutun appeared in the kitchen doorway and exclaimed:
– In! I caught it! – and tossed into the middle of the old man, who spent thirty-eight years in the zones. This was evident from the tattoos on the whole body. His tattoos warmed like a shirt, and so he only walked in his underpants, and even in winter. The old man froze in anticipation of the beat.
– What is it? asked Klop.
– Wooh, apchi, this shnir the same hemp rubbed in the trash, and even signed the grandmother Key. – Arutun leaned on the jamb with his elbow.
– Yeah?! – surprised Klop. – And what, she is also rubbing?
– Yes, even how, she dashed such a bash, – and pulled a billiard hash ball out of his pocket.
– Is that all hash? – He extended his hand and took the ball. He turned it in his face, sniffed, threw it. – Fifteen years will pull. Confiscate. Well, what do you say, grandpa?
– He’s lying. – the old man crouched on the floor. – it’s not my thing.
– And whose? apchi.
– Yours, it’s him.. and hangs on us, and Claudia and I just fucked in the bushes. In general, this horse shit.
– What? – exploded Intsephalopath. – It is interesting what the horse did in the garbage dump, plucked grass, which does not grow there? Or gear? And hemp was eating, life was steaming up, the owner – schmuck, so he decided to forget. And then it impatient.
– No, I remembered. Some shepherd was passing by. He picked up a bag or rubbed it and left. And what? It is popular, without security, but there is no money for swipes. And so I want to forget. So the shepherd drove in.
– Fuck, you say? – The bug climbed into a chair. – It is not difficult to check in the clinic in the morning.
“Who are you listening to, Boss, apchi,” Harutun grinned. – It was like this: the grandmother Klava is naked, all smeared with petroleum jelly, you, because she couldn’t smear her back? I ran around the trash, getting lost on hemp bushes.
– Running? – grinned the old man.
– In the beginning you showed her, but you are smelly, and she is still a woman, albeit old. And in the bushes you did not fuck, and you scrubbed the blissful dust that had stuck with a knife from her body, sticking it into a ball. And you threw the knife there and in the morning we will find it and your fingerprints on it, and on the knife sting – gash, that is, dope.
The old man silently lay and looked in surprise. After all, everything was as suggested by the version of Harutun?!
– And how she still has not pricked her leg, an old fool. After all, there all the village shit has been from owl depot times.
– Vo said! – the Bedbug became proud of his subordinates. – and from where did you calculate this, colleague?
– He, I saw it myself, I wanted to take it off my mobile, but the battery was dead.
– Sorry. – Klop sighed.
– What exactly? Apchi. asked Klop.
– It is a pity that the battery is dead. – I threw the tears from my chair and walked around the room. – I don’t have to move my brains.
– Yes, all this nonsense, boss. Shit is horse-drawn, and if not, I’m not caught red-handed and everything here is just a run over for the quarterly report for the award. – concluded the old man and began to get up.
– Sit, apchi, bastard! – shoved Harutun the old man. – what shall we do, Patron?
– This is an abuse of authority! – the old man was indignant.
– And you are silent! Ottila barked. – Examination will show. You are guilty, and if you want to go to the zone, you will sit until the morning when the expert laboratory arrives. Or, I assign you one hundred hours of work in the household. courtyard stronghold.
– Where is it? – asked the old man in shorts lying on the kitchen floor.
– Get
